Luyện nghe bài hát The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia

He was on his way from Candletop,
Been two weeks gone, and he'd he'd stop,
At and have him a drink 'fore he went home to her.
Warlord said: "Hello."
He said "How. doin'?"
Wo said: "Sit down, I got some bad and it's gonna hurt."

He said: "I'm your friend, and you know that's right,
"But your bride ain't home tonight.
Since you been gone, she's been that Amos boy, Seth."
Now he got mad, and he saw red.
Andy said: "Boy, don't you your head,
to tell you the truth, I've been with her myself."

That's the night that the lights out in Georgia.
That's the night that they hung an man.
Well, don't your soul to no backwoods, southerly lawyer.
'Cos the judge in the town's got stains on his hands.

Well got scared, and left the bar,
Walkin' on home, he didn't live far.
You see, Andy have many friends,
And he just him one.
Brother thought his wife left town,
So he home and finally found,
The only Papa had left him, and that was a gun.

He off to Andy's house,
Slippin' through the woods quiet as a mouse.
upon some tracks too small for Andy to make.
He looked through the screen at the back door,
And he saw lyin on the floor,
In a of blood, and he started to shake.

Well the Georgia patrol was making rounds,
So he a shot just to flag them down.
And a big-bellied sherriff grabbed his gun and "Why'd you do it?"

Judge said guilty on a trial,
Slapped the sherriff on the with a smile,
And "Supper's waitin' at home, and I gotta get to it."

the night that the lights went out in Georgia.
That's the that they hung an innocent man.
Well, don't trust your to no backwoods, southerly lawyer.
the judge in the town's got blood stains on his hands.

Well, they hung my brother I could say,
The tracks he saw on his way,
To Andy's house and back night were mine.
And his cheatin' wife had never town,
one body that'll never be found.
You see, his little sister miss when she aims her gun.

That's the night the lights went out in Georgia.
That's the night that they an innocent man.
Well, don't trust soul to no backwoods, southerly lawyer.
'Cos the judge in the got blood stains on his hands.

That's the night the lights went out in Georgia.
That's the night that hung an innocent man.
Well, don't trust your soul to no backwoods, lawyer.
'Cos the judge in the town's got stains on his hands.